Cursing.
The sheepish grin you see when someone forgets she's cursing in public.
Pornography.
The first, painful bite of too-hot gyoza squirting soy sauce against your teeth and making you wince at how goddamned good it tastes.
Lazy strokes of a fingertip along a girl's bare back.
Kisses at the throat, occasional bites, a fistful of hair.
Post-workout glow.
Post-sex glow.
Glow.
Driving 85 in a 55 blaring Reel Big Fish and poorly, but honestly, singing along.
The blissful realization that you finally get your monologue, feel what your character's saying. It's the difference between reading a poem somebody handed you and performing one you wrote yourself.
Cats. Cats are nice.
This week, dear hypothetical readers: tell me what you love.
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My ex-girlfriend's best friend laughing and enjoying me dancing while driving to the song "Beer" by Reel Big Fish. I loved that song, and until a month or two later, I didn't really realize why. I think it was the irony/hypocrisy.
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